Last night I went over to Sara’s for dinner with her, my nephews, and my father. I could barely sleep Sunday night knowing he was coming. And not out of excitement. He still makes my stomach hurt. In case you’re wondering, he never won Father of the Year. We ordered Chinese and I got to hear all about how proud everyone in my family is that my cousin managed to get pregnant again. I got out of there as fast as I could.
This morning I babysat while Sara volunteered at Jacob’s school for a couple hours. 
More about that and our big family dinner later.
Bless Your Heart 
5 responses to “The prodigal father returns”
(((((hugz 2 Shanny))))) we can chat on facebook if you need to, sweetheart.
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That dosen’t sound like a fun evening at all. I’m sorry.
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bummer man. glad you seem to have survived..
hey.. curious. My page has your counters cut off… what happens in 9 months 3 weeks and 4 days?
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I’m so sorry you don’t get to enjoy time with your dad. I haven’t seen my dad since I was in 6th grade, and if faced with the prospect of ever seeing him again, I would barf. A lot. My cousins get pregnant a lot, but to different baby daddies. Not something anyone around here is proud about- LOL!
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Only one word I can think of “yeesh”. Sorry Shannon!
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